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Joanne Lee Feb 2016
Sometimes I think I have a black abyss in my brain that memories fall through and rarely come back from.

One day I woke up with the feeling of excitement because,  although I couldn't  remember, something was going to happen that day. Something that I fell asleep thinking about the night before with anticipation. I went through the whole day ardently thinking about what it was but for the  life of me, I couldn't remember.

And then I realized it was ice cream.
I had bought a pint of Forbidden Chocolate ice cream the night before and I had stopped myself from eating the whole thing at 2 in the morning. I had told myself I would eat it for breakfast the next morning.

It was ice cream. Friendly's  Forbidden Chocolate ice cream to be exact. That was what kept me itching my brain all day fervently to remember. I almost wished  I hadn't remembered. I almost wished I could pretend it was something bigger, something better that I could look forward to for the rest of my day. Something I could look forward to for perhaps even the rest of my life.

Ice cream. It was just ice cream.
April 2014
gene Feb 2016
Have we forgotten how to love?
Or worse, forgotten what love is?
Maybe it's not love we're looking for.
Maybe we only look for the excitement and thrill in life.
We want someone to watch movies with.
We want the limited and will spout off about endings.
Have we ever thought that maybe, just maybe, we just want to spend time together but don't make memories at all?
frances love Jan 2016
every day is a vigil
on being who i am not,
on existing where i don't
feel like i belong and
every word is a struggle
to get the hell out of
dodge, each line is a
fight.

a monster, they said, is
someone who burns their
ashes on your face and
spits to but them out-
a monster, i said, is
someone who lets you
down.

a monster, i said, is
someone like you and i.

you asked if i trusted
you and my response was
a lie, i can't even trust
myself- you asked me if
i loved you and my response
was a lie- of course i do.

for the first time in a long
time my exhilaration with life
is rekindled, my breaths come
easy again and i will not shut
myself out- for long-

for the first time in all of
time i catch your smile more
than just by chance...

they told me not to pick the
flowers so often if i loved
them, but that's a rule i'll
have to break--

i hope that doesn't stop them
from growing
writing about writing
Ryan Jan 2016
Magnetic feelings with the might of gravity,
visceral caring, deep and unbounded.
My body charged with pulsating energies,
excitement everytime we exchange words.
A brief moment the moon bonds our souls
Far distance between us, yet so connected.
Always learning from one another,
open minds and open hearts in convosation.
A touch not yet felt within the physical realms,
the only feeling that we are yet to share.
I Look beyond your astonishing graceful beauty,
to find a soul of intriguing purity.
I hope that this emotion can last forever,
for I would fade away without it.
Thomas EG Dec 2015
I notice the symmetry in your face
You look in every direction but mine
We rush and crash through the night
Across traintracks, through tunnels

I admire the strong structures
Glowing beneath these festive lights
You are hiding insecurities behind
A temporary mask of excitement

Could-have-been tragedies
Become appreciative victories
We are mere trembling bodies
Amongst a crowd of confidence

Relief pours over us, flowing fast
Reducing our uncertainties
Reusing forgotten identities
Recycling mistreated potential

Relaxing, finally in tact...
03/12/15
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
-------------------Panginoon,,ano po kaya

---ngayong bagong umaga

-------kakaharapin kong tadhana

---------gitna po ba?kanan?o kaliwa?

ganun pa man,,susundan ko ang tamang daan
sa ESPESYAL na ARAW at sa buong maghapon
nais ko lang po ngayon MAGPASALAMAT !
sa INYO AMA,,,sa biyaya nyo pong AGIMAT.


nang dahil sa isang
katahimikan,,nabuo
ko ang isang kasabihan
walang mga paa na makakahakbang nang hindi muna  _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
*mag-uunahan
my exceptional point of view for tomorrow
a poem of mine that would take away my sorrow
Lizley Nov 2015
December First,
you sit inside the plane
— a guest
a V.I.P. so cool, so breezy
everyone has been waiting for

To see, to feel, to experience
your smile and and all your grandeur,
     the sparkling clothes
     with the matching high heels
     and your elegant make-up

Oh *December First

You are the galaxies
— that hold the precious stars
the gift of light, of joy
everyone has been longing for

We groom ourselves
and bring out the treasures,
      the pennies we've worked so hard for
We grab our cameras and rush
Parade our way to where you land
Our eager eyes and reopened hearts
are now ready for all your surprise

Amuse us, make us drunk in love
We'll take a shot of you
Come so fast, so grand, so—
*touch down
—whoa!

Oh dear December First,
So you arrive at last!
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|12.01.2015|
December first and all of the words that is rampaging inside my messed up but hopeful spontaneous mind
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